The Darkness Beyond/ Who I write like
Below is who I write like. This is the text I inserted though. :D
The forest was thick outside my window; I could hear the whispering of the trees and the gentle call of the night birds. I used to sleep with the sound of the ocean that kept me up some nights. When I was young I would pretend the ocean called to me, that my father wasn’t my father but the ocean was. The forest was soothing compared to the tumbling, churning waves.
I could smell the earth in its rich darkness. It smelled wet like the rain, green and lush. There was something else among the pines trees and leaves of the other hard wood trees that I could not identify. I heard snuffing below my window. The apartment was two stories up; it had to be something big for the noise to reach my window. I peered out holding my breath. I could see the bulk of shoulders that looked humanoid but were larger. The color of the beast was off from the darkness it looked to be gray or brown like a bear but it was completely hairless. The creature turned its head upward as if it had heard me pull away from the window. The creature had tusks that jutted out from its massive lips. The jaw of the beast was square, - it’s brow line comically thick with a unibrow. It looked like a troll from a fairy tale book. The troll or whatever it was gave me a low grunt before it shuffled off into the darkness of the forest.
My mother raised me to be a very practical child. I knew no fairy tales or happy endings we lived in to rough of a world to let our selves fantasize. After my father would fall into a drunken slumber she would read me science books for college level students. I dreamt of Mars, Jupiter and atoms colliding to make me. I used to pretend I could hear my atoms crash into one another. Everything could be explained by science.
This could not be explained by science. Or at least to me it could not. The ecosystem of the forest surrounding me could not sustain a creature of that size. The forest would be barren, not full of furry woodland creature. I could not even fathom the idea that the beast was an herbivore, the tusks and sharp teeth proved other wise.
It's still very rough but I like it so far. I'm writing in the chunks without an introduction. If I feel like writing I just write. It's very freeing. I shall write like this forever.
The forest was thick outside my window; I could hear the whispering of the trees and the gentle call of the night birds. I used to sleep with the sound of the ocean that kept me up some nights. When I was young I would pretend the ocean called to me, that my father wasn’t my father but the ocean was. The forest was soothing compared to the tumbling, churning waves.
I could smell the earth in its rich darkness. It smelled wet like the rain, green and lush. There was something else among the pines trees and leaves of the other hard wood trees that I could not identify. I heard snuffing below my window. The apartment was two stories up; it had to be something big for the noise to reach my window. I peered out holding my breath. I could see the bulk of shoulders that looked humanoid but were larger. The color of the beast was off from the darkness it looked to be gray or brown like a bear but it was completely hairless. The creature turned its head upward as if it had heard me pull away from the window. The creature had tusks that jutted out from its massive lips. The jaw of the beast was square, - it’s brow line comically thick with a unibrow. It looked like a troll from a fairy tale book. The troll or whatever it was gave me a low grunt before it shuffled off into the darkness of the forest.
My mother raised me to be a very practical child. I knew no fairy tales or happy endings we lived in to rough of a world to let our selves fantasize. After my father would fall into a drunken slumber she would read me science books for college level students. I dreamt of Mars, Jupiter and atoms colliding to make me. I used to pretend I could hear my atoms crash into one another. Everything could be explained by science.
This could not be explained by science. Or at least to me it could not. The ecosystem of the forest surrounding me could not sustain a creature of that size. The forest would be barren, not full of furry woodland creature. I could not even fathom the idea that the beast was an herbivore, the tusks and sharp teeth proved other wise.
It's still very rough but I like it so far. I'm writing in the chunks without an introduction. If I feel like writing I just write. It's very freeing. I shall write like this forever.